Prisoners Page #8

73 EXT. NEIGHBOR’S HOUSE - FAIRMOUNT CIRCLE - DAY 73

A WOMAN, 36, is sprinkling rock salt on her icy front

steps, eyeing something across the street...

The FOR SALE house, Loki walking around the yard, talking

on his phone --

CAPTAIN RICHARD O'MALLEY (O.S.)

(over the phone)

Results came back for the corpse

in the priest’s basement. No DNA,

dental or fingerprint matches.

The priest is sticking to his

story; thinks he killed the next

Ted Bundy.

LOKI:

(into the phone)

Probably his jilted lover or

something --

Loki catches the Woman across the street watching him,

waves.

LOKI (CONT’D)

(into the phone)

I gotta go --

Loki hangs up -- starts across the street towards her --

WOMAN:

You talked to me already.

She gives him a flirtacious smile -- he smiles back --

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LOKI:

(motions to empty

house)

Forgot to ask -- did you know the

people who lived there?

WOMAN:

No -- they weren’t social. Moved

to Easton a couple years ago.

Milland was their last name.

LOKI:

They know the girls’ families?

WOMAN:

Think they had some kind of

problem with the Dovers. Don’t

know what it was about.

Loki nods vaguely, looks back at the FOR SALE house...

74 EXT. THE MILLANDS’ HOUSE - DAY 74

Opening the door for Loki is KIM MILLAND, 37 -- a stiff

looking woman with a mannered disposition.

LOKI:

Detective Loki. I’m investigating

the --

KIM MILLAND:

I know who you are. My mother was

wondering when someone was going

to come see us.

Loki nods vaguely, a bit confused.

LOKI:

Because of where you used to live?

She makes a strange face, looks a little insulted --

KIM MILLAND:

Because of Barry.

75 INT. LIVING ROOM - THE MILLANDS’ HOUSE - DAY 75

Loki’s POV of the TV: an old home video of Barry Milland,

6. He’s playing inside a big cardboard box/playhouse,

staring out one of the cut-out windows.

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MRS. MILLAND (O.S.)

Same person who took him took

those girls. I’m sure of it.

The video starts to distort, the image deteriorating --

MRS. MILLAND (O.S.) (CONT’D)

Oh Christ. I’m wearing out the

tape I guess. I watch it everyday

after breakfast. It’s the only

video I have of him.

Loki’s gaze turns to the unblinking eyes of MRS. MILLAND,

65, unable or unwilling to get up off the couch, her

rotund frame draped in vertiginous patterns.

MRS. MILLAND (CONT’D)

It was before your time. Twentysix

years ago. August nineteenth.

I took a nap in the afternoon, and

when I woke up, Barry was gone.

No one could ever tell me what

happened to him. He was playing

in the front yard -- a few feet

from where they say that RV was

parked... What do you think that

means?

Loki looks Mrs. Milland in the eye, trying to read her,

then:

LOKI:

I’m more interested in what you

think it means.

After a moment Mrs. Milland breathes out, shakes her

head...

MRS. MILLAND

I don’t think we’ll ever know...

It’s just like Barry. No one took

them -- nothing happened. They’re

just gone.

KIM MILLAND enters, 37, along with her brother ELLIOTT,

35. They orbit their mother like nervous nurses.

MRS. MILLAND (CONT’D)

Go ahead and search the house.

I know from experience how

precious time is to you right now.

Elliott will go with you, in case

you need to move something, he can

put it back. He knows where

everything goes.

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77 INT. BEDROOM - THE MILLANDS’ HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER 77

Elliott shows Loki into a room filled with old toys and

translucent storage containers stacked to the ceiling.

ELLIOTT MILLAND:

Everything Barry ever touched.

Loki nods, seeing the old cardboard box/playhouse from

the home video. He weaves through the clutter towards

it...

LOKI:

You said you knew Anna Dover’s

father when you lived on

Fairmount?

ELLIOTT MILLAND:

Not really knew him. His son was

playing on our lawn one time --

this was years ago -- and my

mother, she grabbed him and tore

his shirt a little. She was

confused. I stopped her and sent

the kid home. Other than his

shirt he was fine. Then an hour

later his father comes over and

starts threatening me -- obviously

drunk, but he seemed serious

enough. I locked the doors and

waited for him to leave. But he

didn’t, he just sat there on our

front steps for over an hour.

Didn’t leave until the cops came.

While considering this Loki looks inside the playhouse.

An old stuffed animal sits inside staring out at him.

78 EXT. APARTMENT HOUSE - NIGHT 78

The sun is gone. A lone light in the second floor

window...

79 INT. BATHROOM - SECOND FLOOR APARTMENT - NIGHT 79

Franklin braces Jones, keeping him standing while --

CRACK -- Keller slugs his bloodied face for what looks

like the hundredth time.

KELLER:

Why? Why won’t you just f***ing

tell us!?

Jones’ head is hanging now, he’s barely conscious.

Keller motions for Franklin to wait a moment, walks out

of the bathroom...

Franklin stands there holding Jones -- Keller walks back

in. Franklin’s face goes hard when he sees Keller is

holding a hammer. Franklin starts to say something when

Keller silences him with a look --

Keller holds the hammer up in front of Jones -- Jones

regarding it blankly --

KELLER (CONT’D)

You gonna make me use this?

Keller grabs Jones’ arm, forces his hand down on the

sink, raises the hammer --

KELLER (CONT’D)

You’re doing this to yourself.

Talk -- TALK!

Jones’ eyes, like empty windows...

KELLER BRINGS THE HAMMER DOWN -- HITS THE SINK --

Furious now, Keller slams Jones into the wall, looks like

he’s going to hit him in the face with the hammer --

Franklin moves in to stop him --

FRANKLIN:

STOP --

Keller smashes the hammer into the wall -- inches from

Jones’ head. Franklin pulls Keller back as Jones

collapses to the floor...

80 INT. SECOND FLOOR APARTMENT - APARTMENT HOUSE - LATER 80

Keller unwraps the now bloodied rag from his knuckles

while Franklin puts on a clean shirt.

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FRANKLIN:

It doesn’t seem like he even knows

what’s happening to him.

KELLER:

That’s what he wants you to think.

It’s an act.

(beat)

We’ll start up again in the

morning.

FRANKLIN:

Start what up again? It’s not

working.

KELLER:

Then we’ll try something else.

81 EXT. FAIRMOUNT CIRCLE - NIGHT 81

Franklin walks up the street towards where the RV once

parked. It’s alive with lights.

He gets closer. A candlelight vigil. At least a hundred

people, standing in the cold. He walks past a reporter --

REPORTER:

Four days have passed since Anna

Dover and Joy Birch were last seen

by their families. The two girls,

age six and seven, are believed to

have been playing right here on

this street when they disappeared

without a trace. As you can see,

despite the cold, a lot of people

have turned out tonight to show

their support. Police are asking

that anyone who has any

information regarding the girls’

whereabouts -- no matter how minor

-- to call the twenty-four hour

tip line.

A:

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